Burnt Bridge

A cycle of poems «Anamnesis morbi»

In twilight's embrace, where shadows dance,
A bridge stands broken, a charred expanse.
Once a path that connected dreams,
Now a ruin, a symbol of shattered schemes.

The burnt bridge, a testament to pain,
A poignant reminder of trust betrayed.
Flames of anger consumed its wooden frame,
Leaving only ashes and searing shame.

Words like daggers pierced the air,
Igniting a fire beyond repair.
Promises made, now turned to dust,
As the flames of doubt began to combust.

With every step, the bridge grew unstable,
Each lie a crack, each word a brittle gable.
The weight of betrayal proved too much to bear,
And the bridge collapsed, beyond all repair.

The burnt bridge, a testament to pain,
A poignant reminder of trust betrayed.
Flames of anger consumed its wooden frame,
Leaving only ashes and searing shame.

As embers flicker and time goes by,
Regret and sorrow fill the desolate sky.
The realization dawns, too late, too slow,
That what was lost could never be restored.

Like a phoenix rising from the ashes gray,
From the broken remnants, lessons take sway.
Lessons learned in the fiery pit of despair,
To guard the bridges that we hold so dear.

The burnt bridge, a haunting memory's hold,
A somber reminder of what was lost and sold.
Yet from its ruins, wisdom takes flight,
To build bridges strong, filled with hope and light.